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"Magick was like the Hellraiser sequel we all deserved but never got." Marcus Koch, director of American Guinea Pig: Bloodshock.
The three psychics were sitting in the tavern at the outskirts of Baylor, Missouri. The backwoods town was filled with hicks, migrants, and destitute soldiers still reeling from the war.
Sounds like the Missouri hicktown I grew up in lol
He looked at Daisey and wished he could batter her face into a pulp and then fuck its center. He looked at Kayla and wanted to use a cheese grater to shred her pussy apart, and then he wanted to pull the mangled meat away in strands, sucking them into his mouth like wet spaghetti noodles and—
They heard someone thump down the stairs. Both women looked up and were surprised when Swann rounded the corner and walked casually into the parlor. He was naked, coated in blood, and he had stripped the flesh of Kayla’s face from her skull. The detached face was planted to the center of his chest, glued by her coagulated blood.
He was bloated, his body stuffed with wriggling fetuses which poked their limbs out from his tattered flesh. One had even managed to screw itself into his eye socket, enlarging the side of his head to the point where any further pressure would cause it to burst.
